User blog comment:Biggren/The Southern Alliance/@comment-3474228-20120321212334/@comment-3135907-20150325072903

OOC: The bearded ferret stumbled back, rather surprised that his taunts and shouts of rage had been answered so hastily. "B-but...yore...yore..." He gasped, pointing a claw at the other beast, as though he were seeing a spectre of some malevolent persuasion. "...yore supposed ter be ded!"

IC: "Ekserlent idea, Fraggle me 'eart. It's all we got, but it's good enough fer me." Grivvin sat back against the rail, shouting up to several vermin up in the ratlines. "Get those sails in full open, ye scrawny mucks-fer-brains! HEAVE, SCUM!" The vermin responded slowly, lazily tugging on the ropes and lines. It occurred to Scravey that something had to be in it for the crew, and he quickly added: "Two slaves apiece fer every salty dog aboard this ship, an' three fer the beasts who werk extra good! All yer gotta do is 'eave on those 'awsers. Haharr, that's the ticket, me beauties!" The vermin on the mast rushed to heed his roars. Their captain's wrath may have been a violent, fear-fuelled incentive...but personal slaves were quite another, much more appealing kettle of fish; and so they heaved harder, greed in their hearts and slaughter in their minds.